Chapter 6
After applying ice to Jiaojiao for a while, Yin Zheng realized that the child wanted to go to the toilet from the child's shouting: "Daddy ah ah ah~" and the action of pulling his pants repeatedly.
He carried her to the toilet, but Jiaojiao didn't want him to take off his pants, so she waved her hands and took them off herself.
In the bathroom, there is a small mini toilet two or three spaces away from the adult toilet.
Yin Zheng had this specially made. Jiaojiao was too small, perhaps due to long-term malnutrition, but at three years old, he only looked a little over two. He was only as tall as his calf, so an adult toilet was too high for him, so a small toilet was absolutely necessary.
After finishing her physiological tasks, Jiaojiao pulled up her pants and went to the small sink nearby to wash her hands. Then she walked over to Yin Zheng and opened her arms for a hug: "Dad."
The blush around Jiaojiao's eyes has not faded yet as she tilts her head back and opens her arms for a hug. Her eyes, washed by tears, are watery like washed black grapes. She looks at you so eagerly. Few people can harden their hearts.
Unfortunately, Yin Zheng was the type of person who could rarely harden his heart, at least that was how he felt in his heart. But when his eyes fell on the large swelling on the child's forehead, which had gradually turned from red to purple, he still bent down and picked up the child, holding him in his arms.
For Yin Zheng, who is always thinking about finding a foster home for his child, it is necessary to avoid intimate contact with the child such as hugging.
Otherwise, the child will be very sad when you leave. He is already a crybaby, and I don’t know how he will cry then.
Yin Zheng didn't want him to cry, or rather, he didn't like him crying. When the child cried, he would just shed big tears silently. The skinny little lump would burrow into your arms, which made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Yin Zheng had never felt so sad when he was driven out of the outer city and had to survive alone in the endless woods.
Thinking about this, Yin Zheng carried Jiaojiao back to the room and put her in bed. After seeing the child tucked in the quilt, he turned off the light and left. Before leaving, he glanced coldly at the railing at the end of the bed, intending to remove it the next morning.
After returning to the room, Yin Zheng lay on the bed and slept for a while before sitting up again.
There was no way, all he could think of was the scene of the child falling from the railing. Although he didn't see how the child fell from the railing with his own eyes, it didn't stop him from imagining the scene.
Yin Zheng, who couldn't sleep, came to Jiaojiao's room quietly, squatted beside the bed and looked quietly at the child with a red face sleeping on the bed.
The image of the child falling over the bed rails that had been playing over and over in my mind finally stopped.
The child was sleeping soundly under the moonlight. His little face, which had no flesh on it, was curved by the pillow, making people want to pinch it.
Yin Zheng glanced at it and then looked away. After a while, his eyes fell on the squeezed arc again. He frowned and looked away again.
In the end, he couldn't suppress the rare urge in his heart. He stood up with a fierce face, bent over the railing beside the bed, stretched out his hand and gently pinched the little face that was curved.
It was soft, smooth, and a little warm. Although he was pinching the child's face, Yin Zheng felt as if he was being pinched on his heart.
He looked at the child sleeping with his mouth slightly open and breathing, and his eyes softened a little. What a good child.
After pinching the child's face, Yin Zheng continued to squat beside the bed, his eyes dark and his face serious, giving people the impression that his act of secretly pinching the child's face was all an illusion.
As Yin Zheng looked at her, his gaze fell on the purple bruise on Jiaojiao's forehead, which he found inexplicably glaring.
Yin Zheng, who was aware of his emotions, was also very puzzled as to why he treated this child differently. He himself was the kind of person who was very indifferent to emotions, or in other words, he was a person with almost no emotions.
This lack of emotion was reflected in the fact that when he was five years old, he was kidnapped by his stepmother and a group of outsiders and abandoned in the outer city of Sala, far from the central city and almost close to the border. His emotions were completely flat. There was no wavering, no resentment. Even when he grew up and still remembered where his home was and was able to find it, he had no desire to return home.
When he first arrived in the outer city and fell into the chaotic zone as a child, he even took to the underworld boxing scene to survive. It was almost like an innate instinct; he knew the human body's weaknesses, knew where to strike to instantly disable someone, and knew how to preserve himself to the greatest extent possible.
He was very skilled at showing weakness to the enemy to induce them to make mistakes in judgment and create conditions favorable to himself. Moreover, at the age of five, he did not need to show weakness to the enemy because he was weak to begin with.
A person who has no fear, no terror, and whose fighting instincts are extremely sharp is enough to make people feel terrified, even if he is just a child.
What's more, this child is two heads taller than his peers, and his pair of dark eyes are emotionless.
There was no joy of victory, no fear of escaping a desperate situation, no terror of seeing blood for the first time. Standing on the stage, covered in blood and wounds, his dark eyes filled with only an endless vortex, like an emotionless monster. It sent an inexplicable chill down the spine of those watching this scene.
Yin Zheng grew up so fast that it disgusted those who noticed him. So when he was six and a half years old, they deceitfully expelled him from the outer city and abandoned him in the endless woods.
Yin Zheng was not actually angry when he was deceived out of the outer city. The reason why he became angry later and looked for an opportunity to sneak into the outer city and kill those people was because he was on the verge of death many times during his time in the endless forest.
His life was in utter danger, which rarely aroused the anger that was edited in his genes.
During the first ten years of his growth, Yin Zheng tended to have no reaction to anything in the outside world until his life was threatened.
So when he was twenty-four, although his emotional response to the outside world was not as close to non-existent as when he was a child, it was still limited and indifferent.
Jiaojiao's appearance gave him a very novel feeling. In Yin Zheng's consciousness, this was an existence that could easily arouse his emotional fluctuations. It was rare and precious, but also very fragile. It had to be hidden and protected.
The moon, reaching its highest point in the night sky, began to slowly descend westward, following the path of the sun during the day. When the cold moonlight completely disappeared, another, even brighter light replaced it, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was bright.
The first ray of sunlight shone in, and the crow-feather-like eyelashes of the sleeping girl on the bed began to tremble. After a while, she opened her eyes, revealing a pair of dark and ignorant eyes.
When Jiaojiao woke up, he saw Yin Zheng squatting beside the bed. He blinked blankly at first, then came to his senses and immediately climbed up from the bed, staggered to him, raised his hands and looked up, and said, "Dad~"
Yin Zheng looked at him, stood up, bent down, reached out and picked him up from the bed rails, put him on the ground, put on his duck slippers, and then took him to the bathroom to wash up.
After brushing his teeth, Yin Zheng stopped Jiaojiao from splashing water on his face and taught him to soak a towel in it, then wring it out until there was no water left and then wipe his face.
In order to make it easier for him to wring the towel, Yin Zheng specially bought him a very small towel.
Holding the towel, Jiaojiao wiped her face step by step according to her father's demonstration, then soaked the towel again and wrung it dry, then held up the towel to wipe her father's face.
Looking at Jiaojiao standing on tiptoe with a towel in hand, trying to wipe his face, Yin Zheng finally understood. This child would stubbornly demand half of anything he had that he didn't have, and she was the kind of stubborn person who refused to compromise no matter what he said.
Compromise happens once and then twice. Yin Zheng, who had experienced cooking with a bottle in his mouth, was squatting on the ground, lowering his body as much as possible and letting Jiaojiao wipe his face randomly.
It’s undeniably a strange and addictive feeling.
It makes people who are in it can't help but indulge the giver of this feeling.
In the kitchen, Yin Zheng, who was making breakfast again with a bottle of milk in his mouth, flipped the eggs over neatly.
Breakfast is much easier than dinner, Yin Zheng thought to himself as he came out of the kitchen with two plates of burnt eggs and white porridge without any burnt smell.
At the dining table, Jiaojiao, sitting on a special baby chair, held the bowl of porridge in both hands. He lowered his head to drink a mouthful of porridge, then raised his head to eat a mouthful of the egg fed by his father. He was so happy that he kept narrowing his bright eyes.
Yin Zheng, feeling a slight sense of pleasure during the feeding process, put down his chopsticks expressionlessly after feeding Jiaojiao a fried egg. He glanced at Jiaojiao's stomach several times during this period, as if he was somewhat dissatisfied with the small amount of food it could hold.
It turns out that feeding a well-behaved, sweet, and soft cub whose eyes are fixed on you is addictive.
After finishing his breakfast and digesting the food, Yin Zheng started to do something he had wanted to do for a long time, which was to teach Jiaojiao to speak.
Sunlight poured in from the door. In the bright living room, a tall, dangerous-looking man was sitting on the sofa. In his rough hands, he held an out-of-place book called "How to Be a Full-Time Dad". While reading, he patiently taught the fair-skinned child sitting cross-legged on the sofa to speak in a low, hoarse voice.
Jiaojiao learns very quickly. After repeating a word four or five times, he can speak it almost correctly.
Seeing this, Yin Zheng put down the book in his hand, raised his hand and pointed at the name he taught Jiaojiao to call him: "Yin Zheng."
Jiaojiao tilted her head as she looked at him and said in a childish voice, "Dad."
Yin Zheng frowned and pointed at himself again and said, "Yin Zheng."
The bright dark eyes looked at him and said with absolute certainty, "Dad."
"Yin Zheng."
"dad."
"Yin Zheng."
"dad."
Jiaojiao's shouts became louder and firmer each time, and even Yin Zheng felt a little confused.
What went wrong? Weren't you learning well just now?
In the blink of an eye, it was night. Jiaojiao's bed had been modified by Yin Zheng in the afternoon. The railing at the end of the bed was removed, and the height of the entire bed was lowered to a height that Jiaojiao could struggle to climb up.
After climbing onto the bed and covering herself with the quilt, Jiaojiao waved to Yin Zheng, who was standing by the door, and said softly, "Good night, Daddy," using the new words he had learned today.
"Well, good night." Yin Zheng nodded, turned off the lights and left.
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Late at night, Yin Zheng, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened again by a slight "bang". He quickly turned over from the bed, opened the door and walked out quickly.
After coming out of the room and before entering Jiaojiao's room, he saw a small figure sitting in front of the wall on the left side of the living room.
Jiaojiao came out to the toilet in the dark and hit her head against the wall, falling on her butt. She was sitting on the ground with red eyes and tears in her eyes.
Hearing the noise, she turned around and saw Yin Zheng coming over with the living room light on. Jiaojiao immediately reached out with a wronged look and cried, "Daddy, hold me."
Yin Zheng's gaze fell on his forehead, which had a big bump.
“…………”
For a moment, Yin Zheng, who never believed in the superstitions passed down through history, couldn't help but wonder, was there something wrong with this kid's forehead?
The next morning, Yin Zheng immediately installed an induction light strip along the road from Jiaojiao's room to the toilet.
When it was time to go to bed at night, Yin Zheng sat in the living room instead of going to sleep, ready to see what trouble this brat would cause tonight.
Late at night, Jiaojiao, who was so sleepy that she groped her way out of the toilet, encountered a problem on the way back. She walked in a daze and ended up in the kitchen.
Yin Zheng, who was following behind him, silently watched the child who was about to lie on the ground. He quickly grabbed the back of his collar, let out a light breath, and then reluctantly carried the child back to his room.
Forget it, doesn’t the book say it’s best not to have separate rooms before the age of five?
Yin Zheng, lying on the bed, looked at Jiaojiao, who rolled into his arms automatically, seeking the source of heat, and reached out to poke his fair little face.
The first time he slept with another living, breathing creature next to him was not as unacceptable as Yin Zheng had imagined. On the contrary, the feeling of a soft ball in his arms made him feel a little happy. He just had to be careful not to squash the little ball.
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